Page 35 of Dionysus
I had finished packing the trailer with Dio’s and my bike. I also wanted to ensure Dio was comfortable during this ride back home. I knew the guys were anxious to return to their girls, but I was the least excited because I knew that only one of my problems was resolved. I still had to deal with the unresolved issues that Sasha and I had.
I was thinking about her more often. I missed her kisses, her laugh, her comfort, and her pussy. I know my emotions have probably fucked up everything. I hopped in the driver’s seat while Dio was getting situated. He looked at me, “I can’t wait to see Sasha. Is she still riding?”
“Yeah, she’s still riding,” I mumbled.
Chevy took off ahead, and the guys followed with me behind him. I put the car in drive and took off. My focus was on the road but every so often it bounced on Dio. I knew him and I were pressing the restart button again on our relationship, and I was hoping this time it was one that would last.
As we continued further down the highway, the New York lights became smaller and smaller until they were no more. I didn’t want any remnants of that place. Yes, my family was there, but my heart was in this car with me, and if it weren’t about Dio, I wouldn’t have cared.
I knew we had a long drive ahead of us, so I tried to focus on something much more important: a new start for the Jacksons.
The loud sound of motorcycles approaching made me sit up in bed. I knew it was Chevy and his crew. My nerves worsened as I waited for him to walk through the door to deliver the bad news. I was preparing my mind to hear that Dio didn’t come back.
I paced the floor, tears building in my eyes. I began to think about all the what-ifs, and the more the what-ifs hit, the more I broke down. My pace picked up in the room as I heard Chevy enter the house. I’m sure he was catering to Zaria, but I needed him to come to me. The smart thing to do would be to walk out the door and meet his ass at the stairs, but I waited.
I kept glancing at my phone, waiting for the moment he knocked on the door. One minute turned into two, and two turned into three. My stomach dropped as I heard the footstepsapproaching. There were two knocks at the door.
My eyes darted that way, and my heart raced. With each step I took, I could hear my heart beating faster and faster. Dio was my friend, and I needed some closure, no matter what my mind believed. My hand gripped the doorknob and slowly turned. I took a deep breath and opened the door.
Silence sat between us as every tear that I tried to control fell uncontrollably. He gripped my shirt tightly and pulled me in for a hug. We didn’t need words because the hug filled that space. I wrapped my arms around him tightly.
“Mars the fucking star,” he whispered in my ear.
“You saved me,” I whispered back.
Dio was in front of me, and I didn’t want to let him go. I tried to hold on to this moment forever. He pulled away and stared into my face. I could see a scar on the side of his head where a few locs were missing. “What happened?”
“The past,” he said as he glanced around my room. “How you like it? They’re cool people, right?”
I laughed as tears continued to fall, “Zaria is sweet and Chevy—”
“He can seem mean, but I promise it’s with purpose.”
My head flew back because Dio’s word choice was different. I stepped further into the room, but Dio wouldn’t come inside. “Come in,” I waved at him.
“Nah, you get some rest. I will be a few houses over. I’m- I’m tired. I will get up with you, Mars, I promise.”
I rushed back over to him and hugged him tightly. Dio planted a kiss on my forehead and walked away. I didn’t understand.Did he not miss me?I didn’t know how to feel but a part of me still felt like that friend that he zoned.
DIO
I lay in the bed, glaring at the ceiling. My mind had been in focus mode since leaving the hospital. I’ve been thinking about ways I can improve as a person. When we touched down and I saw how the guys were living, I wasn’t surprised because all of them enjoyed nice things, but when I stepped into Zeus’s crib a nigga felt different.
He had done his big one. Zeus was living like a fucking millionaire. I knew my brother’s money was long, but this was another level. He had ensured that there was more space, not just for him, but for me as well. All I could think about was finding a way to show my appreciation for what he had done.
I lifted from the bed and grabbed my laptop. I scrolled through searching and researching. When I found what I was looking for, I began filling in the information. There was a part of the process where I had to be more creative, so I set the laptop down to give myself some time to think.
I got out of bed and glanced out of the window. The view from my room faced Chevy’s house, which was behind a small tree. However, on the other side of that tree was Mars’ room. She was the first face I wanted to see when I got here. Although I was happy to see her pretty ass face, I felt out of place. Seeing her tears hurt me. It was something about her crying that broke me.
Samara was a huge part of my life whether she knew it or not and I owed it to her to be the nigga she needed. So, I wanted to step to her correctly, and until I felt like I could do that, I backed off. Although she was a constant thought, the goal of coming out of that state I was in was to do better.
I stood there and stared out the window, hoping she could sense my energy and come outside to her balcony. Time was ticking and she still hadn’t come outside. Her light flicked off and I knew she wasn’t coming to the window. I went to close the blinds when I spotted a black BMW backing out of Chevy’s driveway and taking off down the street.They got her a car? Where the fuck was she going?
It had to be her because Chevy was fancy, but that nigga wasn’t going anywhere without the bike or the Caprice. I had become so curious to see if that was Mars who left that, I came out of the room and headed downstairs. I was headed toward the front door when I noticed Zeus was sitting in the living room in the dark.
“Zeus, nigga you straight?” I asked as I flicked on the light.
Zeus leaned back on the couch, smoking. He looked like he was going through it. I didn’t know if it was because of everything he had gone through with me or if it was something else.
